Perfectly Imperfect

My precious godly wonder child

Has been ashamed, brushed off, beguiled.

Can you relate? Can you remember

Being reduced to crumbs of ember?

If only we could change the past

And send a fearless mighty gust

Of wind: to blow away from us

Abuse, neglect, and constant fuss,

The need to prove our worth to others,

The need to please our only mothers,

The need to fit the world around,

So that no weakness could be found!

Aren’t we just perfect in our flaws ?

Can we rewrite internal laws?

Take charge of nurturing our fire

To reignite our heart’s desire

To run and fall, and RISE AGAIN

Without that toxic inner shame,

With wise and self-forgiving nature

Of perfectly imperfect creature.